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by Judith Newton Our sense of delight is in a great measure comparative, and arises at once from the sensations we feel and those which we remember. Samuel Johnson, Rambler #80 (December 22, 1750) It was the afternoon before the evening at La Scala and... View This Article →

by Judith Newton “Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.” – Miriam Beard That I ended up in a commune with a baby and three men owed much to... View This Article →

by Judith Newton I went to Italy this April, having failed to lose the weight I gained on our October cruise. October, as you know, is followed by Thanksgiving and by Christmas, and, oh, never mind. Let’s just say I promised myself I would stick... View This Article →

by Judith Newton We are sitting on the ledge of a low brick wall that separates the sidewalk from a small canal in the Dosoduro, a quiet and unusually verdant section of Venice. My husband Bill and I are eating cicheti (chee-keh-tee), Italian tapas that,... View This Article →

by Judith Newton From The Joys of Cooking: A Love Story I ate a whole wheat croissant this morning for the first time in many years. They’re harder to find in Berkeley than you might imagine. Is it because people here no longer think of... View This Article →

From The Joys of Cooking: A Love Story by Judith Newton That evening we dressed for the buffet. I wore a long black skirt, a black shell, and a black silk jacket with a necklace I’d made of coral beads and one large turquoise stone.... View This Article →

by Judith Newton “How do you peel a walnut?” my daughter asked as she looked, not too happily, at the mound of nuts on the kitchen table. We’d spent three days in the kitchen preparing twelve dishes for a large buffet, and chilies en nogada,... View This Article →

From The Joys of Cooking: A Love Story by Judith Newton “There is communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.” M.F.K. Fisher, Gastronomical Me My husband Bill and I sat in the dining room of the Furnace Creek Inn.... View This Article →

From Tasting Home: Coming of Age in the Kitchen January 5, 2010: Mother died at 101 years old. In July of 2009, my husband, Bill, and I had paid her a visit at the continuing care center in Hemet, where she then lived. We found... View This Article →